Chapter 598 Negotiations

The Alemanni officer stood at the front of the army, with contempt in his eyes.

He specifically raised his head and counted the guards behind the man in purple. There were only fifty of them, and no more. Arrogance naturally crept onto his face.

He didn't seem to take these fifty people seriously. He just casually called on the dozen or so warriors closest to him to walk forward slowly.

He swaggered like an arrogant conqueror, and after defeating the Roman soldiers who came to resist him with surprising tactics, he felt that he could take the city into his own hands.

Of course, the leader of the cavalry with his back to Augusta-Treville slowly dismounted, and the moment his right foot touched the ground, the other soldiers turned over and dismounted. It seemed to be a rule, a convention that no one could break. Of course, as an Alemanni, he naturally did not understand it.

"Who is that man?" The soldier standing on the city wall asked puzzledly, looking at the man's back.

"Caesar! Caesar!"

Ancus returned to the city wall at some point. He pointed at the cavalry below and shouted to the soldiers beside him, "Quick, archers, be alert! Archers, be alert! That man is Caesar. Don't let him get hurt!"

"Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir from the civilized world." The two men stood less than five meters apart. The Alemanni clumsily imitated the way of the Roman nobles to salute. The whole scene was funny and ironic.

Luga said nothing, but just nodded slightly. From the very beginning, he did not take the Alemanni who had just won the victory seriously.

The feeling of being despised is bound to be unpleasant to the prejudiced person, and this Alemanni was no exception. He put his hands on his hips and held his head high.

He raised his chin so high that he almost turned his nose up at the Roman who looked down on him, as if to say: I defeated your army in front of you, so you should show me the attitude I want to see, otherwise I will not be polite.

"Sir, are you planning to challenge me with fifty of these gorgeously dressed but useless guys?" The Alemanni spoke fluent Latin, but his words sounded sarcastic. He was still deliberately humiliating the man in front of him, whose identity he didn't even know.

"Your behavior is very different from the way you greeted me just now. I can even be sure that this should be the real you." Luca's expression was half-smile, but his words revealed the contempt of civilized people for barbarians. "Your Latin level is far beyond my imagination. I think your ancestors must have knelt at the feet of my predecessor Augustus and listened to such a sacred language, so they realized their ignorance, so they tried every means to make their descendants civilized. But, my God, it seems that barbarians like you are not suitable for using the language of the civilized world. To me, your use of such a language sounds more like the neighing of a horse!"

"What did you say?"

Luca's few words angered the Alemanni who was trying to mock him. He glared, his whole body trembled slightly with anger, and his fists were clenched.

The guards behind him raised their swords and axes, staring at Luga with their eyes fixed.

"Oh, no, no, no, forgive me, sir." Luca took this opportunity to step forward. He spread his hands and said to the Alemanni in front of him in an attempt to comfort him: "Sir, please forgive my defensive words just now. Of course, I am here to negotiate. We can also introduce ourselves to each other so that we can have better communication."

"Bah!"

The Alemanni did not seem to appreciate it, or perhaps from his perspective the Roman in front of him was just afraid of the axes and bloody swords of his soldiers, so this would be an easy solution.

"Tell me what you want while I can still discuss it calmly with a weak sheep like you."

"Them!" Luca pointed at the group of prisoners behind the Alemanni without hesitation.

The Alemanni turned his head and glanced at them, and couldn't help sneering again, and then asked Luca with contempt: "So, civilized poultry, what do you want to exchange for them? This is a large group of sheep, a group of frightened and useless lambs to be slaughtered."

"So what do you want?"

"It!" The Alemanni pointed to the city of Augusta-Treville behind Luca, and continued, "This is the city, all the gold and jewels inside, and of course the women, beautiful Roman women. Then, I want you to open the city gates for me obediently, let the guards inside throw their weapons off the city wall and kneel on both sides of the street, and I will play with their women in front of them. This is my request, Roman."

"Oh, this is indeed a very harsh deal." The Alemanni's insulting conditions did not succeed in angering Luca. Luca just nodded and said to the Alemanni: "Then how can I prove that these soldiers can be free?"

"That's after I feel comfortable." The Alemanni became more and more presumptuous. He deliberately made some indescribable movements in front of Luca to show his needs. "Admit it, Romans. Without them, your defense is empty and powerless. It is impossible to withstand our attack. Then I advise you to surrender obediently. After all, being a sheep can always survive. As for the so-called dignity, you civilized people have always rejected this thing. I think it's nothing. This city is different for me. I want to conquer this land and the women, and then dedicate it to Attila. It is the supreme honor to be Attila's city."

The guards behind Luga tightly gripped the hilts of the swords at their waists because of his words. They really wanted to kill this beast who spoke so foul words.

"Oh, you are such a loyal fellow. I don't even know your name. Look, this city is right in front of you, waiting for your government. If you don't mind, could you give me some time so that we can get to know each other better?"

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"Ah, sheep!" the Alemanni shook his head, and added: "Frederick, conqueror of Morgantiaken, you will hear more of my deeds."

"Okay, Sir Frederick." Luca nodded and pointed at himself. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Frederick.

"I don't care to know the sheep's names." That's how arrogant he is.

"But it was such a sheep that killed all the Alemanni who dared to cross the river two years ago." Luca's smile froze. He straightened his chest, looked at Frederick with contempt, and said, "I think you, barbarian, should kneel on the ground, listen to my words carefully, and remember this name firmly. I, Flavius ​​Luca!"

"Luka!"

Hearing this name seemed like a well-known one, and Frederick was stunned. Not only him, but even the guards behind him looked at each other in confusion, not believing what Luca said at all.

"Sir, according to the report from the scouts at the front, Augustus Flavius ​​Luca seems to be in trouble." Therese walked quickly to Aetius's desk with clattering footsteps, and as she spoke, she placed the parchment she was holding tightly in her hand on Aetius' desk.

(End of this chapter)